His spoken words with purposecalming and soothing to his child of thirty-twofurther binding issues close to home

But permitting her to hearhis pronouncement on her lifeThe anger in her eyes said all

NET POEM OF THE MONTHJULY

Old Man

I saw an old man today and He was dying.He neither smiled nor frowned.He had the look of a thousand wasted yearspained on His withered face.His wife stood by Him holding her own handsin silent deafening defeat.His children were not there.He shared none of their victories or joys.Each breath of life exhaled a certain final
endone that never had a beginningHis breath that never shared a passion, a
hope, a dreamHis breath that was never trapped by a lover's
kiss

Marie

Silent Wish

The wish was mine only love would knowBroadened with time from so long agoDeepened with pain which hurt me soSoaring so high with nowhere to goGiving me hope you never would showOnly finding silence in my final breath